Ty kept seeing him. Sat on the wall outside Trinity College in the sun, the trees casting swaying shadows on his face. Leaning up against the history faculty, a book dangling from his hand. Climbing the steps to the Fitzwilliam Museum, dwarfed by it's imposing classical façade.

Every time he saw him, he was always eating a Go!bar. Ty had found this strange, so, one day, he brought one himself. Just to find out what they tasted like. As he sat at his desk, munching on his Go!bar and gazing out of the window at the torrential, un-California-like rain, Ty thought two things.

One. He missed Los Angeles - he missed it's weather, he missed Jules's pancakes, he missed Livvy's everything.

Two. If one's diet consisted solely of Go!bars, then they surely couldn't be healthy. He hoped that the boy he kept seeing was eating something other than those.

In case you were wondering, Go!bars tasted of raisins squashed between two pieces of cardboard. Ty was not going to eat one again.

Later

For someone who had so many thoughts, Ty had never contemplated being this nervous. The boy sat on the wall overlooking the twisting spires of King's College, eating a Go!bar, just like the last hundred times he'd seen him. Ty stood still in the street, watching the throngs of students and tourists weave past him, fiddling with the zip of his hoodie. Serendipity. It meant a chance encounter between two people, one which turned out for good. The word was a delightful mixture of sibilance and plosives, rises and falls.

Ty hoped that this would be good.

Taking a deep, impossible breath, he strode over to the wall and sat down next to the boy. Two feet and two inches away from the boy, to be precise. "You," said the boy, without looking up from his lap. This was the exact same tone he'd used in the University Library - in the future, Ty would discover that this was a tone he'd use for him, and nobody else.

That was the sort of two people they would become. Just not yet.

They introduced each other simultaneously and by accident: "Ty." "Kit."

"You've been eating a lot of those cereal bars," Ty ventured.

"Who's counting?" Replied Kit, brushing his feathery blond hair to the side. "I'm not." He then leaned back, taking a proper look at Ty. "How would you know?"

Ty did what he called changing the subject, but what Julian called ignoring the question. "They're not too good for you. You know, if you're eating... nothing else."

Kit finished his Go!bar, stuffing the wrapper into his pocket defensively. "I might be eating other things."

Kit knew that Ty knew that he was lying. He'd been buried in his books since the moment he arrived here, and cooking, budgeting, shopping... that wasn't part of the agenda. Kit was doing what he called adult life, but what everyone else called barely getting by.

"You... need all of the food groups." Ty wrung his hands together. "Protein, carbs, vegetables-"

"I get it!" Kit exploded, his expression stormy. "I'm not doing anything right. And here you are, coming out of nowhere to lecture me on food groups. Did you ever consider that I - oh, I don't know - don't care?"

Funny - Ty had thought he was being helpful. He guessed he hadn't read his face right. He watched the people flooding by, thinking of what to say next, but Kit beat him to it. "I can do this," he said angrily, gesturing vaguely. By this, Ty knew that he meant life in general.

"It's okay." Said Ty softly. "I can too. I just haven't quite got the hang of it yet, either."